Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.